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“The moth don't care when he sees the flame He might get burned, but he's in the game And once he's in, he can't go back He'll beat his wings till he burns them black No, the moth don't care when he sees the flame The moth don't care if the flame is real 'Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal And nothing fuels a good flirtation Like need and anger and desperation No, the moth don't care if the flame is real.”

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Aimee Mann
Aimee Mann

Aimee Mann is an American singer-songwriter renowned for her introspective and emotionally charged lyrics. She has been a prominent figure in the music industry since the early 1980s, releasing numerous albums and garnering critical acclaim. Mann's music often delves into themes of love, loss, and personal introspection, and she is recognized for her distinctive voice and songwriting abilities. more

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